A slender figure drifted over like a wisp of smoke.
She wore a simple pure-white scholar's robe, a matching white carefree headscarf, and held a folding fan painted with a black-and-white landscape, dressed entirely as a man.
Yet from her rosy little mouth, her fair skin, and that long neck without an Adam's apple, one could still clearly see she was a woman.
However, her eyes were extremely bright, with a distinct aura of killing intent hovering within them.
Lou Yi also noticed.
This woman's pair of hands were like jade in texture, flawless, and a faint glow shimmered on their surface.
This was clearly a sign that her External Cultivation had already stepped into the Transformation Realm.
"Junior Sister!" The burly man who had been leading the seven just now showed a complicated expression of admiration mixed with awe on his face.
"Second Senior Sister!"
"Senior Sister!"
